I know she’s serious, and it’s a serious matter, but I couldn’t help snickering a bit at the way Anne Rice has publicly repudiated Christianity. It sounds so juvenile, like a teenage girl yelling “I just…just…HATE all of you!”, bursting into tears, running off into her room and slamming the door.
I really don’t know that much about her. I sampled Queen of the Damned, one of her vampire books, some years ago, really thinking that I might like the gothic atmosphere that I supposed her work would have. But I soon encountered a scene of such sickening violence that I stopped reading. (Anybody want to recommend that I give her another try?) I knew that she had returned to the Church, and had written at least one book about the life of Christ, but on the basis of a few interviews with her that I read or heard, I sort of had an uneasy feeling about it, as if she were still holding back and was not fully committed.
I’m always a little surprised at those who think their personal opinions about who Jesus was and what he taught are more authoritative than those of the communities which have been thinking and praying about it for 2000 years.
“It’s simply impossible for me to ‘belong’ to this quarrelsome, hostile, disputatious, and deservedly infamous group.” Well, who can argue that she’s wrong to call us “quarrelsome, hostile, disputatious, and deservedly infamous” (though she might have acknowledged the good stuff, like, say the music of Bach)? But I’m of a quite different mind: thank God that it is possible for me to belong, to be allowed on board the ship which is the world’s only hope. If I’m also still a bit of an outsider, as she says of herself, on one level, that’s ok. I put up with the Church, the Church puts up with me: that seems fair enough.
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